The little boat lay moored at the shore. Hui Kong had passed away seated at its bow.
A cool wind played, playing ripples across the river, playing the little boat into a sway...
The little boat seemed terribly lonely. The cheerful voices and laughter had given way to solitude and desolation.
A voluptuous, uncanny figure emerged from the cabin and walked to the bow. Looking at Master Hui Kong, who had passed away seated there, she sighed deeply.
The voluptuous woman raised her hands before her and examined them carefully. Her once transparent, illusory body had actually become solid.
Seemingly still unaccustomed to the fact that she, too, would one day have a body, the woman felt somewhat melancholy for a moment.
After a sigh, the woman returned to the cabin. She looked at Su Mo lying on the bed, then turned toward the empty, silent cabin and sighed deeply.
It seemed even she had grown used to Little Girl, who had always followed Su Mo around, making a racket.
"Wake up!" the woman called softly to Su Mo on the bed.
When Su Mo did not wake, the woman waited a moment, then extended her Divine Sense to scan him.
She discovered that Su Mo's shattered Divine Soul had already recovered, yet strangely, he showed no sign of waking.
The woman shook her head slightly, reached out, and gently laid a hand on Su Mo's forehead. Her consciousness slipped into his dream.
Amid a vast expanse of white, Su Mo, dressed in white, lay curled on the ground with his eyes tightly shut.
The woman walked softly to the side of this dreaming Su Mo and gently placed her hand on his forehead again.
Su Mo's consciousness had sunk into a dream within a dream. No wonder she could